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Alack, in me what strange effect

Would they work in mild aspéct ? 1. What shall he have, that killd the deer ?

Whiles you chid me, I did love ; 2. His leather skin, and horns to wear.

How then might ynir prayers inove ? 1. Then sing him home :

He, that brings this love to thee, Take thou no scorn, to wear the horn; } The rest shall

bear this bur

Little knows this love in me : It was a crest ere thou wast born ;

den.

And by him seal up thy mind; 1. Thy father's father wore it ;

Whether that thy youth and kinda 2. And thy father bore it :

Will the faithful offer take
All. The horn, the horn, the lusty horn,

Of me, and all that I can make ;
Is not a thing to laugh to scorn. (Exeunt. Or else by him my

love deny,

And then PU study how to die.
SCENE III.-The Forest. Enter Rosalind and
Celia.

Sil. Call you this chiding?

Cel. Alas, poor shepherd! Ros. How say you now? Is it not past two

Ros. Do you pity hím? no, he deserves no pity. o'clock? and here much Orlando!

-Wilt thou love such a woman ?-What, to make Cel. I warrant you, with pure love, and troubled thee an instrument, and play false strains upon brain, he hath ta'en his bow and arrows, and is thee! not to be endured !--Well, go your way to gone forth-to sleep: Look, who comes here. her, (for I see, love hath made thee a tame snake,) Enter Silvius.

and say this to her:—That if she love me, I charge

her to love thee: if she will not, I will never have Sil. My errand is to you, fair youth; her, unless thou entreat for her. If you be a true My gentle Phebe bid me give you this :

lover, hence, and not a word; for here comes more [Giving a letter. company.

[Exit Silvius. I know not the contents; but, as I guess, By the stern brow, and waspish action

Enter Oliver. Which she did use as she was writing of it, Oli. Good-morrow, fair ones: Pray you, if you It bears an angry tenor : pardon me,

know I am but as a guiltless messenger.

Where, in the purlieuse of this forest, stands Ros. Patience herself would startle at this letter, A sheepcote, fénc'd about with olive-trees ? And play the swaggerer ; bear this, bear all : Cel. 'West of this place, down in the neighbour She says, I am not fair, that I lack manners;

bottom,
She calls me proud; and, that she could not love me The rank of osiers, by the murmuring stream,
Were man as rare as phenix; Od's my will! Left on your right hand, brings you to the place:
Her love is not the hare that I do hunt":

But at this hour the house doth keep itself,
Why writes she so to me?-Well, shepherd, well, There's none within.
This is a letter of your own device.

Oli. If that an eye may profit by a tongue,
Si. No, I protest, I know not the contents; Then I should know you by description;
Phebe did write it.

Such garments, and such years: The boy is fair, Ros.

Come, come, you are a tool, of female favour, and beslows himself And turn'd into the extremity of love.

Like a ripe sister : but the woman lowo, I saw her hand : she has a leathern hand, And broioner than her brother. Are not you A freestone-colour'd hand; I verily did think The owner of the house I did inquire for? That her old gloves were on, but 'twas her hands; Cel. It is no boast, being ask'd, to say, we are. She has a huswife's hand; but that's no matter : Oli, Orlando doth commend him to you both; I say, she never did invent this letter ;

And to that youth, he calls his Rosalind, This is a man's invention, and his hand.

He sends this bloody napkin ;s Are you he ? Su. Sure, it is hers.

Ros. I am: What must we understand by this? Ros. Why, 'tis a boisterous and cruel style, Oli. Some of my shame; if you will know of me A style for challengers; why, she defies me, What man I am, and how, and why, and where Like Turk to Christian: woman's gentle brain This handkerchief was stain'd. Could not drop forth such giant rude invention, Cel.

I pray you, tell it. Such Ethiop words, blacker in their effect

Oli. When last the young Orlando parted from Than in their countenance:-Will you hear the you, letter?

He left a promise to return again Sil. So please you, for I never heard it yet; Within an hour; and, pacing through the forest, Yet heard too much of Phebe's cruelty.

Chewing the food of sweet and bitter fancy, Ros. She Phebes me: Mark how the tyrant Lo, what befel! he threw his eye aside, writes.

And, mark, what object did present itself!
Arl thou god to shepherd turn'd, (Reads.

Under an oak, whose boughs were moss'd with age,
That a maiden's heart hath burn'd?-

And high top bald with dry antiquity,

A wretched ragged man, o'ergrown with hair, Can a woman rail thus ?

Lay sleeping on his back: about his neck Sil. Call you this railing ?

A green and gilded snake had wreath'd itself, Ros. Why, thy godhead laid apart,

Who with her head, nimble in threats, approach'd
Warr'st thou with a woman's heart ? The opening of his mouth; but suddenly
Did you ever hear such railing ?

Seeing Orlando, it unlink'd itsell,
While the eye of man did woo me,

And with indented glides did slip away
That could do no vengeancel to me. Into a bush: under which bush's shade
Meaning me a beast.-

A lioness, with udders all drawn dry, If the scorn of your bright eyne?

Lay couching, head on ground, with cat-like watch, Have power to raise such love in mine, When that the sleeping man should stir ; for 'tis (1) Mischief.

(2) Eyes. (3) Nature. (4) Environs of a forest. (5) Handkerchief.

The royal disposition of that beast,

Ros. I shall devise something: But, I pray you To prey on nothing that doth seem as dead : commend my counterfeiting to him :-Will you

go? 'This seen, Orlando did approach the man,

(Eseuni. And found it was his brother, his elder brother. Cel. 0, I have heard him speak of that same brother;

ACT V.
And he did render? him the most unnatural,
That liv'd 'mongst men.

SCENE 1.-The same. Enter Touchstone aria
Oli.
And well he might do so,

Audrey.
For well I know he was unnatural.
Ros. But, to Orlando ;-Did he leave him there,

Touch. We shall find a time, Audrey; patience, Food to the suck'd and hungry lioness ?

gentle Audrey. Oli. Twice did he turn his back, and purpos'd so: Aud. 'Faith, the priest was good enough, for al But kindness, nobler ever than revenge,

the old gentleman's saying. And nature, stronger than his just occasion,

Touch. A most wicked sir Oliver, Audrey, & Made him give battle to the lioness,

most vile Mar-text. Bul, Audrey, there is a youth Who quickly fell before him; in which hurtling,' here in the forest lays claim to you. From miserable slumber I awak'd.

Aud. Ay, I know who'tis, he hath no interest in Cel. Are you his brother?

me in the world: here comes the man you mean. Ros. Was it you he rescu'd ?

Enter William. Cel. Was't you that did so oft contrive to kill him?

Touch. It is meat and drink to me, to see a Oli. 'Twas I ; but 'tis not I: I do not shame clown: By my troth, we that have good wits, have To tell you what I was, since my conversion much to answer for ; we shall be filouting; we cabSo sweetly tastes, being the thing I am.

not hold. Ros. But, for the bloody napkin ?

Will. Good even, Audrey. Oli.

By and by. And. God ye good even, William. When from the first to last, betwixt us two, Will. And good even to you, sir. Tears our recountments had most kindly bath'd, Touch. Good even, gentle friend : Cover thy As, how I came into that desert place :

head, cover thy head; nay, prythee, be covered. In brief, he led me to the gentle duke,

How old

are you, friend ? Who gave me fresh array, and entertainment, Will. Five and twenty, sir. Committing me unto my brother's love;

Touch. A ripe age; Is thy name William ? Who led me instantly unto his cave,

Will. William, sir. There stripp'd himself, and here upon his arm Touch. A sair name: Wast born i'the forest here? The lioness had torn some flesh away,

Will. Ay, sir, I thank God. Which all this while had bled; and now he fainted, Touch. Thank God;—a good answer: Art rich? And cry'd, in fainting, upon Rosalind.

Will. 'Faith, sir, so, so. Brier, 1 recover'd him; bound up his wound; Touch. So, so, is good, very good, very excellen! And, after some small space, being strong at heart, good :—and yet it is not; it is but so so. Art thou He sent me hither, stranger as I am,

wise? To tell this story, that you might excuse

Will. Ay, sir, I have a pretty wit. His broken promise, and to give this napkin, Touch. Why, thou say'st well. I do now remem Dy'd in this blood, unto the shepherd youth ber a saying; The fool doth think he is wise, but That he in sport doth call his Rosalind. the wise man knows himself to be a fool. The Cel. Why, how now, Ganymede? sweet Gany- heathen philosopher, when he had a desire to eat a mede ?

(Rosalind fainis. grape, would open his lips when he put it into his Oli. Many will swoon when they do look on mouth; meaning thereby, that grapes were made blood.

to eat, and lips to open. You do love this maid ? Cel. There is more in it:--Cousin-Ganymede! Will. I do, sir. Oli. Look, he recovers.

Touch. Give me your hand: Art thou learned ? Ros.

I would I were at home. Will. No, sir. Cel. We'll lead you thither :

Touch. Then learn this of me; To have, is to pray you, will you take him

the arm? have: For it is a figure in rhetoric, that drink Oli. Be of good cheer, youth :-You a man ?- being poured out of a cup into a glass, by filling You lack a man's heart.

the one doth empty the other : For all your writers Ros. I do so, I confess it. Ah, sir, a body would do consent, that ipse is he; now you are not ipse, think this was well counterfeited : I pray you tell for I am he. your brother how well I counterfeited. —Heigh Will. Which he, sir ? ho!

Touch. He, sir, that must marry this woman: Oli. This was not counterfeit; there is too great Therefore, you clown, abandon, which is in the testimony in your complexion, that it was a pas- vulgar, leave,--the society, which in the boorish sion of earnest.

is, company,—of this female,—which in the comRos. Counterfeit, I assure you.

mon is,-woman, which together is, abandon the Oli. Well then, take a good heart, and counter-society of this female ; or, clown, thou perishest; seit to be a man.

or, to thy better understanding, 'diest; to wil, i Ros. So I do: but, i'faith I should have been a kill thee, make thee away, translate thy life into woman by right.

death, thy liberty into bondage: I will deal in Cel. Come, you look paler and paler; pray you, poison with thee, or in bastinado, or in steel ; I draw homewards :-Good sir, go with us. will bandy with thee in faction; I will o'er run thee

Oli. That will I, for I must bear answer back with policy; I will kill thee a hundred and only How you excuse my brother, Rosalind.

ways; therefore tremble, and depart.

Aud. Do, good William.
(1) Describe.

(2) Scuffle.
Will. God rest you merry, sir.

(Baita

ness,

Enter Corin.

years old, conversed with a magician, most pro Cor. Our master and mistress seek you ; come, do love Rosalind so near the heart as your gesture

found in this art, and yet not damnable. If you away, away.

cries it out, when your brother marries Aliena, shall Touch. Trip, Audrey, trip, Audrey ;-I attend,

you marry her: I know into what straits of fortune I attend.

(Exeunt. she is driven ; and it is not impossible to me, if it SCENE II.-The same. Enter Orlando and appear not inconvenient to you, to set her before Oliver.

your eyes to-morrow, human as she is, and without

any danger. Orl. Is't possible, that on so little acquaintance

Orl. Speakest thou in sober meanings ? you should like her? that, but seeing, you should Ros. By my life, I do; which I tender dearly, love her ? and, loving, woo ? and, wooing, she though I say I am a magician: Therefore, put you should grant? and will you persever to enjoy her ? in your best array, bid' your friends; for if you

Oli. Neither call the giddiness of it in question, will be married to-morrow, you shall; and to the poverty of her, the small acquaintance, my sud- Rosalind, if you will. den wooing, nor her sudden consenting ; but say with me, love Aliena ; say with her, that she

Enter Silvius and Phebe. loves me ; consent with both, that we may enjoy Look, here comes a lover of mine, and a lover o? each other : it shall be to your good; for my fa

hers. ther's house, and all the revenue that was old sir Rowland's, will I estate upon you, and here live

Phe. Youth, you have done me much ungentleand die a shepherd.

To show the letter that I writ to you.
Enter Rosalind.

Ros. I care not, if I have: it is my study,

To seem despiteful and ungentle to you : Orl. You have my consent. Let your wedding You are there follow'd by a faithful shepherd; be to-morrow: thither will I invite the duke, and Look upon him, love him; he worships you. all his contented followers: Go you, and prepare Phe. Good shepherd, tell this youth what 'tis is Aliena ; for, look you, here comes my Rosalind.

love. Ros. God save you, brother.

Sil. It is to be all made of sighs and tears ;Oli. And you, fair sister,

And so am I for Phebe.
Ros. O, my dear Orlando, how it grieves me to Phe. And I for Ganymede.
see thee wear thy heart in a scarf !

Orl. And I for Rosalind.
Orl. It is my arm.

Ros. And I for no woman. Ros. I thought thy heart had been wounded with Sil. It is to be all made of faith and service ;the claws of a lion.

And so am I for Phebe.
Orl. Wounded it is, but with the eyes of a lady. Phe. And I for Ganymede.
Ros. Did your brother tell you how I counter Orl. And I for Rosalind.
feited to swoon, when he showed me your hand Ros. And I for no woman.
kerchief?

Sil. It is to be all made of phantasy,
Orl. Ay, and greater wonders than that, All made of passion, and all made of wishes;

Ros. 0,'I know where you are :-Nay, 'tis true: All adoration, duty and observance, there was never any thing so sudden, but the fight all humbleness, all patience, and impatience, of two rams, and Cæsar's thrasonical brag of- All purity, all trial, all observance;I came, sau, and overcame : For your brother and And so am I for Phebe. my sister no sooner met, but they looked ; no Phe. And so am I for Ganymede. sooner looked, but they loved; no sooner loved, but Orl. And so am I for Rosalind. they sighed; no sooner sighed, but they asked one Ros. And so am I for no woman, another the reason; no sooner knew the reason, Phe. If this be so, why blame you me to love you ? but they sought the remedy; and in these degrees

[To Rosalind. have they made a pair of stairs to marriage, which Sil. If this be so, why blame you me to love you? they will climb incontinent, or else be incontinent

[To Phebe. before marriage : they are in the very wrath of Orl. If this be so, why blame you me to love you? ore, and they will together ; clubs cannot part Ros. Who do you speak to, Why blame you me them.

to love you ? Orl. They shall be married to-morrow; and I Orl. To her, that is not here, nor doth not hear. will bid the duke to the nuptial. But, o, how bit Ros. Pray you, no more of this; 'tis like the ter a thing it is to look into happiness through an- howling of Irish wolves against the moon.-I will other man's eyes! By so much the more shall I to help you, (To Silvius.] if I can:-I would love morrow be at the height of heart-heaviness, by how you, (To Phebe.) if I could.-To-morrow meet me much I shall think my brother happy, in having all together. I will marry you, (To Phebe.] if ever what he wishes for.

I marry woman, and I'll be married to-morrow:Ros. Why then, to-morrow I cannot serve your I will satisfy you, (To Orlando.) if ever I satisfied turn for Rosalind ?

man, and you shall be married to-morrow :-! Orl. I can live no longer by thinking.

will content you, [To Silvius.) if what pleases Ros. I will weary you no longer then with idle you contents you, and you shall be rarried to talking. Know of me then (for now I speak tomorrow.-As you (To Orlando.) love Rosalind, some purpose,) that I know you are a gentleman meet ;-as you [To Silvius.) love Phebe, meet of good conceit: I speak not this, that you should And as I love no woman, I'll meet.—So, sare you bear a good opinion of my knowledge, insomuch, well; I have left you commands. I say, I know you are ; neither do I labour for a Sil. I'll not fail, if I live. greater esteem than may in some little measure Phe.

Nor I. draw a belief from you, to do yoursell good, and Orl.

Nor I. (Ezt not to grace me. Believe then, if you please, that I can do strange things: I have, since I was three

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SCENE III.-The same. Enter Touchstone and Ros. And you say, you will have her, when I Audrey.

bring her ?

(To Orlando. Touch. To-morrow is the joyful day, Audrey;

Orl. That would I, were I of all kingdoms king, to-morrow will we be married.

Ros. You say, you'll marry me, if I be willing ? Aud. I do desire it with all my heart: and I

[To Phebe. hope it is no dishonest desire, to desire to be a

Phe. That will I, should I die the hour after.

Ros. But, if you do resuse to marry me, woman of the world. Here comes two of the banished duke's pages.

You'll give yourself to this most faithful shepherd ?

Phe. So is the bargain.
Enter two Pages.

Ros. You say, that you'll have Phebe, if she

will ? 1 Page. Well met, honest gentleman.

(To Silvius.

Sil. Though to have her and death were both Touch. By my troth, well met: Come, sit, sit,

one thing.

Ros. I have promis'd to make all this matter 2 Page. We are for you: sit i’ the middle.

i Page. Shall we clap into’t roundly, without Keep you your word, 0 duke, to give your daughhawking, or spitting, or saying we are hoarse; which are the only prologues to a bad voice ?

2 Page. l'faith, i'faith, and both in a tune, like You yours, Orlando, to receive his daughter :two gypsies on a horse.

Keep your word, Phebe, that you'll marry me;

Or else, refusing me, to wed this shepherd :SONG

Keep your'word, Silvius, that you'll marry her, I.

If she refuse me :--and from hence I go,

To make these doubts all even. It was a lover, and his lass,

[Exeunt Ros, and Cel. With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, Duke S. I do remember in this shepherd-boy That o'er the green corn-field did pass

Some lively touches of my daughter's favour.
In the spring time, the only prelty rank time, Orl. My lord, the first time that I ever saw him,
Whm birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding; Methought he was a brother to your daughter:
Sweet lovers love the spring.

But, my good lord, this boy is forest-born;
II.

And hath been tutor'd in the rudiments
Between the acres of the rye,

of many desperate studies by his uncle, With a hey, and å ho, and a hey nonino,

Whom he reports to be a great magician,

Obscured in the circle of this forest.
These pretty country folks would lie,
In spring time, &c.

Enter Touchstone and Audrey.
III.

Jaq. There is, sure, another food toward, and This carol they began that hour,

these couples are coming to the ark! Here comes With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, a pair of very strange beasts, which in all tongues Horo that a life was but a flower

are called fools, In spring time, &c.

Touch. Salutation and greeting to you all! IV.

Jaq. Good my lord, bid him welcome; This is And therefore take the present time,

the motley-minded gentleman, that I have so often With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino;

met in the forest: he hath been a courtier, he For love is crowned with the prime, In spring time, f-c.

Touch. If any man doubt that, let him put me

to my purgation. I have trod a measure ;: I have Touch. Truly, young gentlemen, though there flattered a lady; I have been politic with my was no great matter in the ditty, yet the note was friend, smooth with mine enemy; I have undone very untunable.

three tailors; I have had four quarrels, and like to 1 Page. You are deceived, sir ; we kept time, we have fought one. lost not our time.

Jaq. And how was that ta'en up? Touch. By my troth, yes ; I count it but time! Touch. 'Faith, we met, and found the quarrel lost to hear such a foolish song. God be with you; was upon the seventh cause. and God mend your voices !-Come, Audrey. Jag: How seventh cause ? Good my lord, like

[Exeunt. this fellow. SCENE IV. Another part of the Forest. Enter Touch. God 'ild you, sir ; I desire you of the

Duke S. I like him very well. Duke senior, Amiens, Jaques, Orlando, Oliver, like. I press in here, sir, amongst the rest of the and Celia.

country copulatives, to swear, and to forswear; acDuke S. Dost thou believe, Orlando, that the boycording as marriage binds, and blood breaks:-A Can do all this that he hath promised ?

poor virgin, sir, an ill-favoured thing, sir, but mine Orl. I sometimes do believe, and sometimes do own; a poor humour of mine, sir, to take that that not;

no man else will: Rich honesty dwells like a miser, As those that fear they hope, and know they fear. sir, in a poor house ; as your pearl, in your soul

oyster. Enter Rosalind, Silvius, and Phebe.

Mike S. By my faith, he is very swift and senRos. Patience once more, whiles our compact is tentious. urg'd:

Touch. According to the fool's bolt, sir, and You say, if I bring in your Rosalind, (To the Duke. such dulcet diseases. You will bestow her on Orlando here?

Jaq. But, for the seventh cause; how did you Duke S. That would I, had I kingdoms to give find the quarrel on the seventh cause ? with her.

Touch. Upon a lie seven times removed ;-Bear (1) A married woman.

(2) A stately solemn dance.

swears.

vour body more seeming,' Audrey :-as thus, sir. You and you no cross

shall part: did dislike the cut of a certain courtier's beard ;

[To Orlando and Rosalind. he sent me word, if I said his beard was not cut You and you are heart in heart : well, he was in the mind it was: This is called the

(To Oliver and Celia. retort courteous. If I sent him word again, it was You (To Phebe.) to his love must accord, not well cut, he would send me word, he cut it to Or have a woman to your lord :please himself: This is called the quip modest. In You and you are sure together, again, it was not well cut, he disabled my judg

(To Touchstone and Audrey, ment: This is called the reply churlish. It again, As the winter to foul weather. it was not well cut, he would answer, I spake not Whiles a wedlock-hymn we sing, true: This is called the reproof valiant. If again, Feed yourselves with questioning; it was not well cut, he would say, I lie: This is That reason wonder may diminish, called the countercheck quarrelsome : and so to the How thus we met, and these things finish. lie circumstantial, and the lie direct. Jaq. And how oft did you say, his beard was not

SONG. well cut ? Touch. I durst go no further than the lie circum

Wedding is great Juno's croron; stantial, nor he durst not give me the lie direct; and

O blessed bond of board and bed! so we measured swords, and parted.

'Tis Hymen peoples every town; Jaq. Can you nominate in order now the degrees

High wedlock then be honoured: of the lie?

Honour, high honour and renown, Touch. O, sir, we quarrel in print, by the book ; To Hymen, god of every town! as you have books for good manners: I will name you the degrees. The first, the retort courteous Duke S. O my dear niece, welcome thou art to me, the second, the quip modest; the third, the reply. Even daughter, welcome in no less degree. churlish; the fourth, the reproof valiant; the fifth, Phe. I will not eat my word, now thou art mine , the countercheck quarrelsome; the sixth, the lie Thy faith my fancy to thee doth combine." with circumstance; the seventh, the lie direct. All

[To Silvius. these you may avoid, but the lie direct; and you may avoid that too, with an if. I knew when seven

Enter Jaques de Bois. justices could not take up a quarrel; but when the Jaq. de B. Let me have audience for a word o: parties were met themselves, one of them thought two; but of an is, as, if you said so, then I said so; and I am the second son of old sir Rowland, they shook hands, and swore brothers. Your is, is That bring these tidings to this fair assembly" the only peace-maker; much virtue in if. Duke Frederick, hearing how that every day

Jaq. Is not this a rare fellow, my lord ? he's as Men of great worth resorted to this forest, good at any thing, and yet a fool.

Address'd a mighty power which were on foot Duke s. He uses his folly like a stalking-horse, In his own conduct, purposely to take and under the presentation of that, he shoots his wit. His brother here, and put him to the sword:

And to the skirts of this wild wood he came; Enter Hymen, leading Rosalind in woman's

Where, meeting with an old religious man, clothes ; and Celia, Still music.

After some question with him, was converted Hym. Then is there mirth in heaven,

Both from his enterprize, and from the world : When earthly things made even

His crown bequeathing to his banish'd brother,
Atone together.

And all their lands restor'd to them again
Good duke, receive thy daughter,

That were with him exil'd: This to be true,
Hymen from heaven brought her,

I do engage my life.

Duke S.
Yea, brought her hither ;

Welcome, young man ; That thou might'st join her hand with his,

Thou offer'st fairly to thy brothers' wedding: Whose heart within her bosom is.

To one, his lands withheld; and to the other,

A land itself as large, a potent dukedom. Ros. To you I give myself, for I am yours. First, in this forest, let us do those ends

[To Duke S. That'here were well begun, and well begot ; To you I give myself, for I am yours. (To Orl. And after, every of this happy number, Duke s. If there be truth in sight, you are my That have endur'd shrewd days and nights with us, daughter.

Shall share the good of our returned fortune, Orl. If there be truth in sight, you are my Rosa- According to the measure of their states. lind.

Meantime, forget this new-fall’n dignity, Phe. If sight and shape be true,

And fall into our rustic revelry :Why then, --my love, adieu!

Play, music;—and you brides and bridegrooms all, Ros. I'D have no father, if you be not he: With measure heap'd in joy, to the measures fall.

[To Duke S. Jaq. Sir, by your patience; If I heard you rightly, I'll have no husband, if you be not he :

The duke haih put on a religious life,

[To Orlando. And thrown into neglect the pompous court ? Nor ne'er wed woman, if you be not she.

Jaq. de B. He hath.

[To Phebe. Jaq. To him will I: out of these convertites Hym. Peace, ho! I bar confusion :

There is much matter to be heard and learn'd.'Tis I'must make conclusion

You to your former honour I bequeath;
Of these most strange events :

(To Duke S. Here's eight that must take hands, Your patience, and your virtue, well descrves it :To join in Hymen's bands,

You (To Orlando.) to a love, that your true faitb iř truth holds true contents."

doth merit:(1) Seemly. (2) Unless truth fails of veracity.

3) Bind.

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